It was late at night. Johnny just came back from being deported for over a month. It had been rotten work. Friends going back home in caskets, bloodshed, fear. He had seen things one should never have to.

Johnny quietly put his keys on the table, dropping his bag and heading upstairs of his home with his love. The ragged man slowly stripped his dirty clothes from his battle worn body and slid into the sleeping arms of his lover who woke up with a soft call of his name

“I’m tired, love…”